Justifying Something
Can't fuck with nobody if they ain't do what I do
I'm stacking the paper no I can't break my rules
In love with this shit no you can't pick and choose
This is shit too different please don't get confuse
Can't fuck with nobody if they ain't do what I do
I'm stacking the paper no I can't break my rules
In love with this shit no you can't pick and choose
This is shit too different please don't get confuse
I'm chilling I'm making the money I'm right in the spot
They tell me to chill but really I know when it's hot
I'm tired of listening to people that want me to stop
Cause I'm too crazy you know I can't miss no drop
I run in the spot then I put like one in his top
This shit like blowing watching the pin just drop
My demons be with me once I'm carrying the glock
And my finger be itching you know when I'm ready to flock
Not playing games you know what I'm ready to do
Some people be lost but really don't got no clue
This shit be terrible looking at niggas in two
Can't tolerate disrespect I'm ready to shoot
Can't fuck with nobody if they ain't do what I do
I'm stacking the paper no I can't break my rules
In love with this shit no you can't pick and choose
This is shit too different please don't get confuse
Can't fuck with nobody if they ain't do what I do
I'm stacking the paper no I can't break my rules
In love with this shit no you can't pick and choose
This is shit too different please don't get confuse
I'm stacking the paper no I can't break my rules
In love with this shit no you can't pick and choose
This is shit too different please don't get confuse
Can't fuck with nobody if they ain't do what I do
I'm stacking the paper no I can't break my rules
In love with this shit no you can't pick and choose
This is shit too different please don't get confuse
I'm chilling I'm making the money I'm right in the spot
They tell me to chill but really I know when it's hot
I'm tired of listening to people that want me to stop
Cause I'm too crazy you know I can't miss no drop
I run in the spot then I put like one in his top
This shit like blowing watching the pin just drop
My demons be with me once I'm carrying the glock
And my finger be itching you know when I'm ready to flock
Not playing games you know what I'm ready to do
Some people be lost but really don't got no clue
This shit be terrible looking at niggas in two
Can't tolerate disrespect I'm ready to shoot
Can't fuck with nobody if they ain't do what I do
I'm stacking the paper no I can't break my rules
In love with this shit no you can't pick and choose
This is shit too different please don't get confuse
Can't fuck with nobody if they ain't do what I do
I'm stacking the paper no I can't break my rules
In love with this shit no you can't pick and choose
This is shit too different please don't get confuse
Credits
Writer(s): Roscoe Johnson
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